It is a Saturday afternoon and I have just ran out the front door to wait for the ice cream truck to arrive on our street. I hear my mom yelling at me to put on my shoes and brush my hair, for I was a mess with PB&J all over my arms and legs. It usually takes the ice cream truck about two minutes to get here, but I don’t care. I’m always the very first to arrive, but it’s worth all the waiting. By this time my mother is standing right above me and immediately starts brushing my hair. After, she hands me my shoes, to put on myself of course, and storms back into the house. I then sit on my behind and start putting on my shoes and finally lace them. I have a bit of trouble tying them in a pretty bow, for I was still practicing tying shoes. I finally tie my shoes successfully and tap them three times, pretending I will appear somewhere else. I shift my eyes both ways but nothing happens, but that’s okay! I leap to my feet and polish myself clean of dirt. I look left, right, up, down, and crane my neck forward for any sign of the ice cream truck. No luck. I still have some time on my hands, so I crouch down and play at the grass in front of me. I spot a lady bug, and pick it up, only to have it fly away. I swat at it. It tickled, so I laughed real hard. Big mistake. Next thing I knew, it flew into my mouth! I was choaking on it by then, so I tried the Heimlich maneuver. I finally got the bug to fly out. I spit several times and I follow the bug with glaring eyes until it’s out of sight. I was ticked off, and I quickly wash away the horrible taste with my mother’s nearby fountain. I rush over and splash water all over me and drink some. Horrible. I sure didn’t want to taste anymore of that repugnant bug while enjoying a creamy ice cream cone. I then remembered the truck and raced to my original spot. There were more kids coming by then. We were restless, and as soon as we heard the truck’s melody we all cheered in happiness! When the truck finally settled, I wrestled the other kids for a spot in line, and then it hit me: I had forgotten to ask my mom for money! With no hesitation I ran to my house and find my mom washing dishes. I beg her for money and had to wait until she put her gloves away and got her purse and finally gave me $5. I leap out of the kitchen, but am stopped short, for I heard tapping feet. I had forgotten to give her a thank you kiss. I kissed her cheek real quick and ran outside to get back in line. I was last. The line was moving really slow, and I was overexcited, so I was all jumpy and “squirmy”. When at long last came my turn, I ordered the vanilla cone triple scoop. I payed and got my cone and started skipping. I showed off my ice cream to the passing kids who had no ice cream. Before I knew it, I tripped. I caught my balance, but my ice cream surely didn’t. I spilled it. It landed with a plop. A huge frown formed on my face. I tried to get another one, but the ice cream truck had already disappeared. I shrug off the idea and go into the house to ask my mom to make me a Sundae instead.
What You Waiting For?
It is a Saturday afternoon and I have just ran out the front door to wait for the ice cream truck to arrive on our street. I hear my mom yelling at me to put on my shoes and brush my hair, for I was a mess with PB&J all over my arms and legs. It usually takes the ice cream truck about two minutes to get here, but I don’t care. I’m always the very first to arrive, but it’s worth all the waiting. By this time my mother is standing right above me and immediately starts brushing my hair. After, she hands me my shoes, to put on myself of course, and storms back into the house. I then sit on my behind and start putting on my shoes and finally lace them. I have a bit of trouble tying them in a pretty bow, for I was still practicing tying shoes. I finally tie my shoes successfully and tap them three times, pretending I will appear somewhere else. I shift my eyes both ways but nothing happens, but that’s okay! I leap to my feet and polish myself clean of dirt. I look left, right, up, down, and crane my neck forward for any sign of the ice cream truck. No luck. I still have some time on my hands, so I crouch down and play at the grass in front of me. I spot a lady bug, and pick it up, only to have it fly away. I swat at it. It tickled, so I laughed real hard. Big mistake. Next thing I knew, it flew into my mouth! I was choaking on it by then, so I tried the Heimlich maneuver. I finally got the bug to fly out. I spit several times and I follow the bug with glaring eyes until it’s out of sight. I was ticked off, and I quickly wash away the horrible taste with my mother’s nearby fountain. I rush over and splash water all over me and drink some. Horrible. I sure didn’t want to taste anymore of that repugnant bug while enjoying a creamy ice cream cone. I then remembered the truck and raced to my original spot. There were more kids coming by then. We were restless, and as soon as we heard the truck’s melody we all cheered in happiness! When the truck finally settled, I wrestled the other kids for a spot in line, and then it hit me: I had forgotten to ask my mom for money! With no hesitation I ran to my house and find my mom washing dishes. I beg her for money and had to wait until she put her gloves away and got her purse and finally gave me $5. I leap out of the kitchen, but am stopped short, for I heard tapping feet. I had forgotten to give her a thank you kiss. I kissed her cheek real quick and ran outside to get back in line. I was last. The line was moving really slow, and I was overexcited, so I was all jumpy and “squirmy”. When at long last came my turn, I ordered the vanilla cone triple scoop. I payed and got my cone and started skipping. I showed off my ice cream to the passing kids who had no ice cream. Before I knew it, I tripped. I caught my balance, but my ice cream surely didn’t. I spilled it. It landed with a plop. A huge frown formed on my face. I tried to get another one, but the ice cream truck had already disappeared. I shrug off the idea and go into the house to ask my mom to make me a Sundae instead.